Tony

It was so peaceful the way that Tony came that I almost felt a bit confused, even if he did come across as way more serious than I had ever seen him.  But that was simply a sign of what was coming, as it became increasingly clear that he had every intention of taking my soul, even more so than I ever could have imagined.

I left after committing to seeing him exactly 12 hours after that meeting.  “You can’t just calmly give your soul to me, son.  And no matter how often I may see you in the next 12 hours, be absolutely certain that you’re back here to pray again at the exact time.  I love you, but if you need help you may want to see how devout Muslims do it.  There will be way more than hell to pay if you’re late.  And keep calling me dad in public, but try to figure out if that’s appropriate when you come here.”

I left a bit confused, a bit excited, a bit terrified.  I was more than happy to service guys, but I was hardly proactive in going after them.  I was also more than happy to do what Tony -dad- asked me to do, but I really wasn’t putting all that much effort into trying to further the cause, as it were.

So I thought quite a bit about what had happened, and tried to figure out what Tony might want to happen.  I was as happy as ever to get fucked through the day, but with every fuck I found myself thinking at least a bit about Tony and what he might want of me.  I even texted him just to say hello.  All I got back was “I have faith in you, son.”  I didn’t even dare let James in on what was going on.  I didn’t know if it was ok.  I didn’t know if I had permission.  But I tried so hard to act as normal as possible.

I was so relieved when 11 and a half hours had passed.  I knew I needed to be early, but I didn’t want to be too early.  I got there about 15 minutes early, and then waited outside until there were 10 minutes to go.

Only Tony was home.  He called me to come in, and said he was sure I would know where he was.  He was in his office, right where I had left him.  He smiled:  “My son.”

My heart was racing.  My mind was racing.  I was almost trembling:  “My master.”

He smiled again.  I instinctively took my shoes off before I entered his office.  And I instinctively went down on all fours and began to crawl to him.

Tony stopped me.  “Close the door and lock it, son.  And of course don’t just take off your shoes.”

I did as he instructed, and quietly stripped off, right down to the bra he knew James had been having me wear.  Tony looked at me.  “That’s good for James.  Just not for me.”  I took it off, and instinctively left them all in a neat pile, then went down to all fours again.

“Have you been thinking of me, son?”

“Yes, master.  Always.”

“Master.  That works, for now.  Even when you’ve been taking care of a dick?”

“Most definitely, master.  Even James’.”

“How are you feeling, son?”

“Relieved to be in your presence, master.”

I crawled forward, and kissed each of his feet before taking off his shoes and socks.  Then I kissed them again.

He smiled.  I undid his pants, and slowly took them off.  His dick seemed bigger than usual, and harder than I thought I had ever seen it.  I kissed it gently at the base, where it met his huge balls.  Tony pushed my head down, and I went back to my hands and knees, as he took off his shirt.

“I am so happy to see you master.  And so lucky to be in your presence.”

“I appreciate your feeling your way forward, son.  This will become our evening prayer.”

“I love you, lord.  I love everything you do for me.  I know I am not worthy of you, master, but I promise to do everything I can to become more worthy.”

“Lord is also good, my son.  Now repeat after me.”

“Yes master.”

“I pledge my soul to you, Lord.”

I repeated it, slowly.

“I vow to do everything to please you, my God.”

My eyes were tearing up again as I repeated it.

“Thank you for allowing me to worship you, Lord.”

Wow.  My heart was trembling.

“I swear to be loyal and faithful to you, and to do my best to worship every dick I can as if it were yours.”

I slowly got through the sentence.

“I pledge my soul to the development of ever more anxious men who will use me in your name.”

I also slipped in “I love you so so much, my Lord.”

“My soul is yours.  My will is yours.”

I said each of those short lines twice.

Tony smiled at me.  “Now pray to my cock and balls, son.  All by yourself.  You may touch them as you do.”

I lifted my head and slowly licked his beautiful balls.

“Thank you so much for producing seed for me, beautiful balls.”

I slowly licked up his huge throbbing dick.

“And thank you so much for injecting your beautiful babies into my mouth and ass, most beautiful cock of my most beautiful god.  May you always be willing to use me for your pleasure, wherever and whenever you see fit.”

Tony smiled and pushed it very slowly all the way down deep my throat.  “Turn your mouth over to me, son, so my presence can go all the way into your throat.  Forget about gagging.  Just let it in.”

I did everything I knew how to not to gag.  No dick had ever tasted so wonderful.  It was like he had hypnotized me as his hard dick went all the way down my willing throat.  With my face buried in his pubes, he held my head on tight, as he began to shoot load after load of his thick seed straight down the back of my throat.  My eyes were watering:  “You must stop thinking of any pain, son.  Just think about how lucky you are to have my seed going into you.”

My eyes were watering, but I did my best to try to get some air through my nose.  He pulled out once.  I breathed in quickly.  He slid his still hard and still cumming dick in once again, and held my head on tight, once again.  He kissed me, shot two or three more times, and began going soft, as he held my head on tight.

“You are mine, son.  Even more so than before.  And you must put more effort into worshipping me.  Even to the point that I will turn you down at times.  You are my faggot, to do with as I please.  And it is your job to help me learn even more ways to use you.”

His dick was soft.  I knew he was going to piss in my mouth, so I got ready to drink it, and I begged him for it.

“I wish my daughters were here to watch you.  We really must use you way more often.  Just don’t waste any of my piss.”

I was so happy to drink his warm piss.  Every drop.  Even as he began to get hard again.  I was so happy hoping that he might be willing to fuck me. 

Tony was reading my mind.  “Don’t assume anything, son.  Plead for it.”

I begged him to breed me.  It made him harder.  “Once it’s hard enough you know how to put it in you, son.”

I did.  Then I begged him to pound me.  “Only if you keep pleading properly.”

He would thrust.  I blurted out “thank you my lord.  Please breed my unholy pussy.”

He would thrust again.  I would blurt out more.

And then he came.

He held me.  He kissed me.  “This is our evening prayer, my son.  Keep me in your heart and mind.  Always.”

“May I please come back in 12 hours, my lord?”

He kissed my head.